The new Sun Sanctuary discovered in Romania

A new site was discovered in Dobrogea, the Romanian area that lies between the Danube and the Black Sea. Given the finding, it looks like the Neolithic populations had a much more intricat spiritual system than we originally anticipated. Mysterious sites, full of sacred symbols, become more and more enigmatic.
Just one mile away from Stonehenge, maybe one of the most sacred places in Europe, another sanctuary, also a megalithic circular monument, was discovered after last June when archaeologists had discovered in Damerham , another 16 miles from the famous circle of stones, a gigantic prehistoric ceremony complex, consisting in 12 circles and estimated to be 1000 years older than Stonehenge.

Since ancient times, some people, endowed with special powers or using magic rituals, created and bordered sacred spaces, usually looking like a circle.The circle is dynamic, it expresses perfection: it is a symbol of balance, eternal return, cycles that occur in nature as seasons, days, moon phases etc. It also appears at cellular level. There are a few images that appear more frequently, here are some of them.
The Snake, main symbol of regeneration, revival, vital force, abundance and fertility, was also regarded with fear, for its venomous aspect. It is an important component of the Neolithic Pantheon, represented as the Great Goddess, under her image of Snake Goddess. The main symbol associated with the Snake is the spiral. One of the most revered Romanian historians, Vasile Pârvan , claims that the real origin of this symbol is in Dacia, the legendary country inhabited by enlightened people, that was to be found on a territory which is similar to today’s Romania. J. Deshayes mentioned that the spiral appeared in the 4th millenium BC on the Lower Danube and then migrated to the Peloponnese, Crete Egypt and Mesopotamia. Recent information push back the appearance of the snake spiral to Superior Paleolithic. , Engraved bones witness the existence of this spiral.

Less than 3 miles from the place of origin of the most famous samples of old art on Romanian territory (the Hamangia culture), last March a huge sanctuary containing the highest concentration of solar disks was discovered. The Seimeni sanctuary consists in  59 solar disks, with 20 meters diameter, some almost touching each other.  Some are separated by lanes that might be walls as thick as 4 meters. The central position is taken by a spiral that coils towards the center of the disk, forming a ramp with a base that is over 8 meters wide and that, getting more and more narrow,  captures the entire spirit energy feeding the matter and sends it like a jet propulsion towards divinity. It is obvious the disks have a different rigidity compared to the adjacent ground, and this becomes visible in the land slide areas and on the slopes. Actually, the entire Seimeni village is sliding towards the Danube. The last landslide, in 2005, destroyed the connecting road  between villages.

Along with the Snake symbol, the Seimeni sanctuary presents representative motifs belonging the Sun worship – the disk, The Great Goddes worship – the spiral – and the Water worship. Until this discovery, there was no clear archaeological evidence of a solar cult in the Carpathian-Danube area. Such a grand sanctuary involves the presence of a powerful cult and structured clergy. The sanctuary is placed on top of a hill, visible to anyone, and in case there were activities on this surface of over 20,000 sqm they would involve over 1,000 persons. The exact diameter of the disks points to advanced technology, given that, if built in limestone and 1 meter thick, a single disk would weigh 50 thousand tons.

But this is not a singular discovery. 16 miles away, next to the Mireasa village, another sanctuary with four disks, 26 meters each, and a similar placement, was discovered one year before Seimeni. Three others showed up at the same time –  40 miles from Seimeni, close to the Black Sea shore. The 13 new disks of the sanctuaries contain two larger ones, with diameters of 28 mteres ,which are the largest ever discovered in the Carpathian – Danube area. Along a straight line of about 45 miles, there are five such sanctuaries showcasing the solar symbol. The old ceremonies are still done every few years.
No historical source is clear about the solar or earthly nature of the Dacian religion. The key god, Zalmoxis, was worshiped from roofless temples or mountain tops. A gruesome ritual involved throwing people up so that they would then fall upon a carpet of swords and die from such multiple stabbing, with the purpose of sending them as messengers to the supreme god.
The andesite solar disk in Sarmizegetusa, the main spiritual center of Dacians, suggests the sun. The Dacian priests are described in ancient sourses as keen in astronomy and nature sciences. It seems that some of the sanctuaries also have a calendar function.
2012, ceremony on the Andesite Circle in SarmizegetusaThe Dacians seem to be the descendents of Thracians, who adored Ares, Dionysos, Artemis and Hermes (especially the blood line of the Thracian kings adored Hermes). The Thracian Hermes looks like a solar divine being, which then turns into a knight hero, very represented in the Balkans and further assimilated to Apollo.
The Thracian Dionysos ceremonies were held in the mountains, with lots of percussion and dancing in a circle. In these exhausting trance, women wore long dresses, covered with deer skins and holding serpents in honor of Sabazios (the Thracian name for Dionysos) or daggers. This circle dance is one of the sacred method to create a magic space, around a mystical center, an “axis mundi”, a Navel of the Earth. Large quartz statues were discovering in such a dancing circle around the center of a Mesolithic 7th millenium BC were discovered in  Lepenski Vir. The esotheric circle dance creates a ritual brotherhood and has resulted in the current folk dances, that still keep the circle shape. Evidence dating back to 3700-2500BC show such a dance of six women belonging to this culture. This situates the Romanian magic spiral cult before India, Tibet and Cina.

Nowadays, on the peak of this remote hill on the Danube bank, thousand of women dance, in circles of 30-40 persons, on these impressive disks. There ar tens of such circles of people, rotating with frenetic joy and then winding into spirals that come towards the center of the disks… and then back to circles.

Text adapted after the article of : Pintilie Stefan-Cristian

Apollo, beyond Polarity

epsilonIt’s been almost three months since the completion of our Apollo journey. The thing that started like a foggy premonition, yearning and deep desire of reunion with something unknown is completing the circle today. Just before our departure, the astrological configuration showed the Star of David. One of the most powerful portals for fusing the masculine and feminine principles into non-polarity, Oneness, Divine.  The Epsilon Portal.

The great Temple of Apollo at Delphi had several inscriptions on its entrance. Most prominent was a large letter E (Epsilon) made of gold. Its meaning was an enigma, even in antiquity.

apolloOver the millennia, many interpretations have been suggested. Some are based on the meaning of E, fifth letter of the Greek alphabet, as the number five. Others say it is not an letter at all, but a religious symbol, or glyph, which predates writing.

Plutarch, the eminent biographer and Middle Platonist philosopher, was, in addition, a priest at Delphi. He suggested that the meaning is found not in the letter itself, but in its pronunciation: “EI”, which in Greek means “Thou art.” Hence he speculated it served as a respectful address to the god, Apollo — as though, when entering the temple, one honors the god by saying “Thou art!”

A still more intriguing possibility is that “EI” is the god’s greeting to visitors. That is, the god of revelation, Apollo, greets the seeker, saying: “Know, O soul, this most profound and mysterious truth, beside which all else fades to insignificance: THOU ART!”



I am Masculine, the Power and Wisdom Principle, The Arrow. The triangle pointing up.

I am the Feminine, the Love and Compassion Principle, The Goblet. The triangle pointing down.

I am both of them, the MOuntain and the Cave, the Infinite, the Star of David.

Image15Our journey started by touching two of the equilateral triangle tips. The Triangle is formed by the Temple of Aphaia, in Egina, the Acropolis, and the Temple of Poseidon, at Cape Sounion. The triangles followed us everywhere, and we got into triangle shaped caves.

The two Epsilons on the pendants that attracted us so much: the Masculine and Feminine, in Fusion. This message of bringing together Poles into union started around Solstice and comes today to its fulfillment. Today, November 23, six planets in our Solar system create another portal, a Star of David, that anchors this fusion back into a male principle dominated Earth. People are speaking about the return of the Goddess, or the Feminine principle. It is, more than anything else, the return of Harmony and Creation here, in the 3-D plane.


Looking at the ancient symbol Greeks know so profoundly and love so much, there are a few details worth mentioning:

  • on the horizontal axis of manifestation, the male and female principles come into union. Wisdom and compassion join into creating a new level of reality, that is drawn by the line that connects the two opposite poles’ centers.
  • on the vertical axis, the connection between Up and down is restored. We have a cross, that expresses the alchemy of the God/Goddess sacred link, and the restoring of the broken link between upper realms and material world. And so it is.
  • glass trinityeverything sits on the 12-ray Sun, with the portal/circle in the middle. 12. another sacred number, whichthree-fold-flame, in itself, is worth another article, but to be concise: 2 make 1. One plus two is the Sacred Trinity. What a coincidence. Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

and it does not stop here. The Three-Fold Flame. The Fleur de Lys. Triratna. The three main forces described in the yogic practices, with deep roots in the Vedas:


Everything comes back into the Triangle, and the chase continues. Remember the name of the main feminine character in Matrix?… Maybe it is the right time to watch this movie from the perspective of combined actions of Morpheus and his male/female lieutenants.

tiger dragon

No wonder three people, who once were mother, father and daughter, came together.


The fourth pillar of this build: Apollo himself, God of Revelations, who opened the roads into the deep knowledge, marked it with clear signs and initiated the access into the Epsilon Portal. Everything comes together, in the fullest, roundest possible way.

So, dearest Ones, find your inner Yin and Yang. Accept them and bring them into fusion. Find your inner balance and walk back into Life, with the greatest gift you could bring: the Love, the Power and the Wisdom to keep them in balance. And if you would like to take the challenge and ride the same roller coaster, get ready: next year, in May, we are going to do it once again.

La Vie en Rose

vedere de pe terasăAfter the sequence of re-uniting and separating, we are getting ready to touch the first point of the sacred triangle that is traced by Acropolis, Egina and Cape Sounion.  T The inspiration of this journey seems to be  Apollo, for a rather diffuse reason, but I am sure the explanation will reveal itself.  
The extremely strong morning sun is bearable at 8 am, but becomes burning at 11. The impeccable terrace of the hotel, with terracotta tiles and twisted iron chairs and tables is surrounded by massive pots with plants, and populated by a tribe of beggar pidgeons. A wonderful vantage point, looking to the Upper City. The morning is clear, smooth and the peace that floats over the Fortress of Wisdom does not predict any of the havoc in the street.  The pidgeons are fighting over the bun we offered them, giving us the chance of examining their cruel clan hierarchy. The Alpha, the fattest, does not let anything through :), and the shy  and less fortunate little ones wait behind the pots.
After the black tea and the compulsory yogurt, we start towards Piraeus, to take one of the fast ships to Egina. After the Athenian tribulations with the GPS, we have decided that public transportation is a simpler and less risky option. It is autumn,.. the grand modern catamarans, nicely painted in the colors of sponsors – Vodafone, Cosmote, a ton of cash spent on commercials – disappeared. marile porturi, marile vase, căile de apă But the old fast boats seem more Greek, and the 40 minutes ride, compared with the 3 hours on the ferryboat, seems a piece of cake. We stop at one of the ticket sales office, and my mind plays memory from a previous cycle, with the clear sensation that one chapter is closing, and another one is starting. On the boat tickets, nicely printed, we all have the same name.  So we take seriously the family roles, and little did we suspect….   :) . Before departure, we have time for an ice tea (delicious, thanks, Mr. Greek, for the fantastic job),  a real coffee for Dad and something for our 30 years old little girl :) . A. is already having a lot of fun with the family play cast, but as the time goes by we get serious about the roles. Half an hour after departure, the catamaran lines up parallel to  the embankment of the Egina port, next to the microscopic church dedicated to St. Nicholas. We are on the island of pistachio and almonds, and we just flow into the improbable summer, down to the center, by the apparently endless row of shops and fish restaurants. We find a cab trver that quotes a bearable amountm less than what the meter would indicate, those Greeks are promoting black money to the max. . Templul Aphaiei poartă energie solară
The curvy road goes up, among pines that exude an incredible perfume, until we reach the temple of Aphaia. It is early, off-season, the only ones at the tickes office are the three of us. The sales person aska how old is our girl. He wants to give her an underage free ticket, to her delight and our amusement. The pine trees hang above our heads, soft and scented.  A. gets her free ticket, but the feeling of a much deeper connection than the social one is clear. The temples calls to meditation, the energy is light, luminous, so I sit down, open the space, as my astral family gets over the rope barrier, in the inner area of the temple, to physically establish the connection with the wonder that looks to the sea, silently building the sacred light geometry element. Flashes of other times and characters spark like the slides from an old projector, and we inexplicably feel the profound connection with these charactersWe suddenly remember what happened to the last priestess serving here. We see the light of the place beyond the traditional name and conventional stories. It is an Apollo point, Aphaia was just an intermediary. In the same sudden way, we start, at the same time, to look for our stone with the right vibration. Each of us in a different corner. We find them and come back to the cab driver who waits wondering what are we doing there – most of the tourist come back in 20 minutes and we have been here almost an hour. The cool car, cold water in the backpack and the overwhelming smell of southern pines refresh us. We are descending from the Sky, for our next stop, the Saint Nektarios monastery. A soul feeding stop, compulsory because I promised it to the friends back home who sent there their healing prayers.  The end of season provides another wonder. We enter the space, it is just us here, light the candles for the ones here and the ones beyond, and then we enter the wing that hosts the relics of the saint. We stop, in wonder. The service started and it is chanted in Romanian! Then it becomes clear: two monks and a priest lead a small group of Romanian pilgrims, The prayer is authentic, comes from no book, it is a transcript of the priest’s soul, and the contact with the energy that is oozing from the relic, plus the sudden leap into into another state of consciousness bring tears to our eyes and there is this mellow feeling of Presence. We silently watch the small ceremony end , then spend a little time on our own, enchanted by the vibration.
We did not know at that point that we were going to meet Saint Nektarios again… It is like wanting to stay here a bit more, but we exceeded again the time indicated by the cab driver. Therefore, the bill equals the meter :).
în vraja Sfântului NectarieBack to the port, we ask for more ice, more, more ice in one of those restaurants with e acele restaurante cu feţe de masă cu pătrăţele albastre şi albe, mese sky blue chairs and tablecloths in dark blue and white squares. The dishes are incredible, and we absolutely love Greeks’ habit of welcoming their guests with a big jug of water. Ice, please. Octopus, calamari, a fish soup that does not go well with I.’s taste and gets in front of me, for the required seasoning with salt and lemon. An old Greek sits next to us. He came to get his lunch and his deeply wrinkeld face, mirroring deep thought and contemplation, seems like coming from a time of no time.  
Afer getting stuffed with the water melon we got for free as a dessert, we start roaming the designer stores, wondering why in the world we always stop and look at the most expensive things, we take the Light and the memories of our grown-up childhoods, the Romanian prayer in a Greek church and pack everything on board of yet another Yellow Dolphin that will sail back to Piraeus, to return to thede dincolo de timp sizzing downtown of Athens. From the metro station, on the way back to the hotel, we stop in a local food store to fish for a bottle of Metaxa. Bedroom manners on vacation. Then another stop in a smoothie place and we leave, triumphantly, with the strawberry concoct, cold and refreshing, to ret a bit. Not too much, the heart yearns for more. We drop the sweaty clothes and go back, following the wrong advice of our friend that left this morning, she said one can get to Acropolis in the evening, it is open. We float up the hill, towards the entrance. A red train cheats on us, taking us against a huge amount for a few hundred yards to the closed ticked office. We will have to come back tomorrow morning, before heading to  Delphi… but now we take advantage of the spare time, going down to the Zeus temple. The park is closed. Suprisingly, many more spaces are now locked compared to last time. But we sit, silently watching the huge columns, then the Roman gate in front of the complex. . IMG_0689 
Sliding among the stores and restaurants, we wind back to Monastiraki. We play with the light textures of summer clothes still sold at the stores, flirt with the soaps and olive oils…. mesmerizing, Plaka swallows us, rocks us, makes us dizzy with its perfume and light.  We stop (what a genius inspiration( at a restaurant, looking for something more sophisticated, and we dig into one of the most amazing salads we have ever eaten.
For the ones going to Athens, do not miss Moma. And if you get there, visit the restrooms, too. serviciu minunat, bucătar rafinat, mediu experimentat :)  Under the glass floor, the old columns unearthed by archaeologists, house foundations and old layers tell their silent stories. On each table, a pot with a tiny olive tree match the elegance of the waitress, balancing betweeen humor, familiar style and professionalism.  Sharing a moelleux with homemade vanilla ice cream, we get into the gourmet heaven. Tough to leave this place, so we decide we will return, the restaurant is way over the level of anything I have seen here. I would kill for the recipes of the afrodisiac-divine dressings that accompany each combination of scholarly selected ingredients. la vie en rose
A few steps down the street, on the way to the hotel, my eyes are caught by a line of red candles, nicely set on an interior staircase. As drawn by an invisible thread, I enter the long yard, ending in a nice back yard, a few tables, candles, basil and jazz sung by a guttural feminine voice. It is clear we will have here a long stop. I. gets his supreme pleasure, and the well-ripe Greek sings, accompanied by a guy with a keyboard, living in his music, one by one, songs that open the veins of each of us, like taking turns. There is a deep reverb of memories from other times, things and people we loved and who hurt, wings that made us fly and crash. After A. is brought to her knees by two successive songs, I get hit in the heart with La Vie en Rose, and to make the magic complete, I. receives the last song, interpreted in a duet with a much younger damzel with a crystalline and penetrating voice:  What a Wonderful Life. Athens took out of her secret pockets all goodies in the world, spoiling us and making us pass through a storm of feelings, states, sensations. The only  thing before the late brandy and whispers is to feel how grateful we are for an amazing day.  This is La vie en Rose.

The Giant unearthed in Romania

February  2012: a Romanian-Canadian geologists team is tracking the remnants of the gold  vein in one of the 5500 years old galleries in Rosia MOntana made an accidental discovery that could re-write the entire history of the human kind. At the end of the gallery they discovered the rectangular end of a slab that did not look like natural rock. After taking samples, the lab tests showed that it was a composite stone indeed, made of 15% granite dust, 30% wolfram and 55% gold powder, 50 carats, made with a technology that cannot be duplicated under the current scientific knowledge.
The fact is even more surprising considering that the gallery where the slab was found, also called the Hiperborean Gallery, on the Cornei Valley, under the Cornea Village in Rosia MOntana, had been surveyed before, 36 years ago to be precise, all along the year of  1976 and, due to the astonishing archaeological and antropological findings, unacceptable under the communist regime, was closed and subsequently sealed by order of the Romanian secret police. Some of the miners still whisper about the gallery and there are many ones that have dads or older brothers, formerly miners in Rosia MOntana, who took part in the diggings and reinforcement of the gallery.  Most of them are dead now, because of occupational diseases. The four witnesses still alive do not want to recall the events, but one of them,   Ion Mois, former head of team, thought a lot about it and decided to break the silence. Here is what happened then, according this eyewitness:
„Here it is: in the winter of ’ 76, the engineer in chief called me and I got the task of reopening, consolidating and install the electricity wiring in the old gallery 13, that stayed sealed since the Austro Hungarians.
After that, two comrade geologists were supposed to come and prospect the place. The gallery was old, unexplored since the time of Agathyrsi, who then extracted and processed gold and silver for the Dacians, and the vein had been wron out many centuries before Romans took hold of the gold mines, or  Alburnus Maior as they liked to call it. It is true, there are signs of prospecting from Romans, but it is clear that they quickly understood and abandoned it. The consolidation and electrifying took almost until the summer of  76 and we had some trouble pumping the water from a flooded part of the gallery. Both the valves in the mine and the electrovalves did not help. It is also then that we found a bone, washed by water, so big we had never seen before. Neither myself, nor my mates had seen such a thing, After showing it to the mine director, he gave it to the secret police representative in the Rosia MOntana mining company. The prosecutor questioned us for four days, asking where the bone was, when did we find it, what position was it in, who was with us in the mine and who knew about its existence, how many of us entered and exited the shift that day. Well, all sorts of puzzling questions to scare us and make us quiet.  Obviously, we all said no word and after signing the statements they sent us back to the gallery. I did not utter a word back home, I was scared for my loved ones.
When the job was done, two people from Bucharest eneteed the mine. One of them was a geologist for sure. What they worked in there I do not know, but about a week later a very young one came, a with a scar next to his left eye, saying he was an archaeologist. Two days after that an entire civilian team came, but also some archaeologists with some weird equipment, and a Police squad. They blocked access in Gallery 13 and started checking our employee badges at the gate. About another month and a half later, myself and my mates were called again  – the ones that had worked on consolidating the gallery and had signed the statements, to carry the sterile from the bottom of gallery 13 and take it out in the mine rail cars.
Then I saw the horror. The archaeologists had dug from the stone a huge skeleton, about 10 m long, which lay on a side, with the feet in foetal position. The bone I had found was tied with a red ribbon  and only then I saw it was a vertebra. Good God, what a vertebra! The civilians were buzzing around, some took notes of what the archaeologists were saying, others took photos with flash.  They mentioned a guy, Densusianu, and something about hyperboreans. Another one, the young archaeologist, said that it was a hyperborean skeleton and that it could be our very ancestor. “No way, comrade! What hyperborean are you dreaming of? ” yelled a fat one in leather coat, with a heavy Russian accent. “Man comes from the ape! Where did you see a 10 meters tall ape? Drop it, this skeleton leaves to Moscow!…. take this retrograde from here. Bistro, bistro!” Then we were all terrified. Two big guys jumped him, tied him and dragged him out of the mine. „Come on, wrap, pack and all the crates go to the station! If anyone says another word I will drop the KGB onto your backs ! ” We were the one to bear with the packing and carrying. 
Dawn broke when we finished packing, carrying the crates and putting them into the train. But we were not allowed to go home. We were pushed in two windowless vans and took us somewhere. Where? I do not know… Fact is we were beaten for a week and made sign a paper that we saw nothing and know nothing, that I have an uncle that is a bandit that shoots the secret police members in the mountains, and they told me if I said a word, they would arres my wife and children and put me in jail. I signed and I said nothing, what was I to do? I did not ever talk about this, not even with my mates that I met again at the mine.
But after this something good happened. A week after returning to the mine, the one that was tailing me came to me when I went out from my shift and sat down at the pub with me. When I saw him I froze.  „Look, Ion, he told me, I come from the same county. I was there when the giant’s skeleton was found. Now it is in Moscow. Myself, like you, witnessed that. Take this envelope and guard it with your life. The picture is inside. I am telling you : there, in the gallery, lay the skeleton of a hyperborean Dacian, our ancestor. I do not know if I will make it, because I was radiated. They scared you well, but us, the Secret Police guys, do not get scared so easily, so they get rid of us. I do not know you, you do not know me. I gave you nothing. You get it?” „Yes, I got it!”. He stood up and went quickly through the door. I only say him like a shadow behind me for another two days and them I never say him again. But I still have the Hyperborean picture from him”.
But let’s come back to the slab…
It was april 2012. After the talks behind closed doors at the Ministry of Mines, Petrol and Geology, the Canadian side argued that this finding should not be made public, and the gallery should be urgently closed. The Romanian side agreed with keeping the secret but insisted on continuing the research and sent another team. This time the archaeologists’ team was lead by an old one, with a scar next to his left eye. For three month, they secretly dug around the slab and as a result it was completely unearthed.  It did not take very long, because 36 years ago, the giant skeleton was dug from above the slab, and most of the unearthing had been performed then. Measurements showed that the perfectly smooth slab had a length of 12 meters, a width of 6 meters and it was weighing about 1700 tons, 100 tones more than the slab discovered in  Baalbek> the gold contained in it was about 900 tons, about 300 times more than we could obtain with a full recycling of the mountains of sterile rock deposited for millenia in Rosia montana after searching for gold, and 150 times more than all the gold that had been extracted in surface and underground minig by the Agathyrsi for the Dacians, and then Romans, and then Austro-Hungarians and Romanians.
The area was immediately surrounded with a barbed wire fence and put under military watch, and the preliminary digging for a well with a 12 meters diameter to reach the slab were commenced in May 2012. a
At the end of June, to be exact on the 23rd, the slab was taken up to the surface, cut in 80 equal pieces, loaded in conteiners and transported swiftly, during the night, under military escort, to an unknown destination. There is some information coming grom trustworthy sources that indicate the conteiners were delivered to the Steel Plant SIDEX Galati and they are already molten, turned into ingots of gold and wolfram but we do not know where is the secret storage place.
The fact that the slab vanished and there is no photo of it is understandable. A worker that participated in the cutting  claims that there is a set of photos taken by an old prestigious Romanian archaeologist, that they were delivered to a paleo linguist to study them and that this scholar warned the romanian authorities that the slab has an immense cultural and historical value to the Romanian people and for the entire human kind. The value would be much higher than its trade value. To support his claims, the archaeologist presented a few photos showing that the entire surface was covered in carved letters, emerald green , totally unknown according to the paleolinguist, but with high probability of being the Pelasg, set in three parallel rows, starting from top left and winding diagonally, in spiral, around the head o f a wolf, and then ending at the bottom right corner. It looks like the Romanian authorities were insensitive to all these warnings and evidences, and ordered the cutting and melting of the slab, after which 19.31 % of the income were to be wired to the State treasury, as negotiated with the Canadian side, according to the contract for mining gold and rare metals in the area.
„Thing became amazing when – said nthe reputed archaeologist whose name is confidential for protection purposes -lifting the slab a well with a diameter of 4 meters became visible. INside it there was a helix ladder, the steps were carved in the walls of the well, like cut with a laser. From inside the well came a milky, violet light. Although the workers, geologists and archaeologists needed sime time to recover from the astonishment, no one had the courage to go down and check the well, excelpt the paelo linguist. The next day was too late. Overnight, the Romanian Intelligence Service and the army had covered the well with boards and then cement was poured for sealing. We had waited for the paelo linguist to come back but he never came back to the surface. The next day the exterior well and the old gallery entrance were also sealed. The same day, myself and all witnesses that saw the extraction of the slab and the discovery of the well deep down the mine were forced to sign some document granting the keeping of the State Secret, and then we left to our homes, scared. ”
The head office of the Ministry of Mines, Petrol and Geology and Institute of Archaeology of Bucharest, as expected, have no information to share. Silence fell over the events. Some voices state that high Government employees muffled the entire business and that Swiss bankers are satisfied. Last time when we could discuss with the archaeologist and the witness worker was July 28, 2012, after which they were not found anymore, anywhere. Neighbors talk about some vans, masked agents and night arrests, but it is not sure.